Page 49 of Falling for You

I nod, then look at Avery and confirm, “He found out about you two, didn’t he?”

She nods as her tears fall, and I grit my teeth. I told her to either stop sleeping with Tony or leave him because this will not end well and what a shocker, she's in hospital.

Sometimes my sister can be very self-absorbed. She thought she could have the best of both worlds and well, that has failed her.

Shaking my head, I walk over to her then gently wipe away her tears as she whispers, “He had my phone and saw all the pictures and when I said we’re not a real couple, that he’s gotten two of his mistresses pregnant that could cost him his position, he smacked me across the face.”

I inhale deeply and demand, “You will send him divorce papers, and you will send them today. Do I make myself clear?”

She smirks, but when I give her the stink eye, she admits, “I handed them to him; that is why he went crazy.”

“Dad forced him to sign them before he blacked out and your dad had them filed instantly,” Tony admits, and I nod again, trying not to show my bitter resentment that he was there for her yet, they all abandoned me.

Sighing I look between them and demand again, “As soon as the divorce is finalized, as soon as Avery has taken time to get her head straight, you two are eloping, got it?”

Tony grins but nods as my sister blushes before her body trembles, her situation catching up on her.

I sigh and carefully take her into my arms, and she whispers, “I’m sorry I pulled you from work again.”

I scoff and admit, “All I was doing was inventory. Kelly already had me on light duty, and honestly, the distraction is good for me.”

She nods while Tony asks, “Have you given in to your feelings yet?”

I playfully narrow my eyes at him, making him smile softly at me before I admit, “No, I haven’t, I’m not ready.”

“What are you waiting for?” Avery asks as she pulls back, and I swallow hard.

“I don’t know,” I admit, “I know how I feel, especially after the other day. My heart rate still hasn’t come down, and I don’t think it will until I see him in person. But something is keeping me back, and I think it may have something to do with Dad.”

Tony nods in understanding and states, “Maybe speak to him, see if you can get some closure over your childhood. You got treated completely different to Avery because you didn’t yield and maybe you need to open up about your true feelings over it then you can let Taylor in because, let’s face it, you gave that man your heart the night you conceived your son.”

I swallow hard at his words but nod, knowing he’s right even though fear is taking hold of me.

What if I’m not who he really wants? What if I give him my all, and he runs?

Guess those are questions I need to figure out if I can live with by giving him a chance.

“Okay, little man, bath, bottle, then bed. Momma is tired,” I mumble as I drag my tired body up the seven flights of stairs while carrying my son, his bag, and mine.

I really should have accepted my dad’s offer and moved to an apartment with an elevator.

After my sister was discharged, she admitted to hitting Harry first and I flipped out on her. She knows he’s stronger and she knows he’d beat her and yet she lashed out then demanded to move in with Tony way too soon. As soon as I gave her some real truths about needing to heal, she screamed at me in front of my peers that I’m trying to ruin her chance at happiness like our parents causing Tony to pull her back.

She did apologize when she realized what she did and said knowing it was bull especially when she agreed to the marriage. I get she’s in shock, that she’s been through a lot, but she knew what Harry would do if he caught on she was screwing his brother.

She put herself in a dangerous situation then blamed me, but I won’t hold it against her.

She’s my sister.

Hudson mumbles, “Mumumum,” as he grips my hair, and I smile a little.

It sounds like he’s saying mom, but I know he isn’t, not yet. If anything, his first words will most likely be Dada and besides, he’s only just over two months old, so we still have time. Though he is already holding his head up, so what do I know?

“I know Huddy,” I answer him and say, “shall we call dada so he can see how big you are getting huh?”

“Mumumum,” he replies, making me smile.

As I get to the top of the stairs, a deep voice says, “Or you could just hand him over to me,” and I look up in shock.

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